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He failed.

His eyes rolled up in his head.

Alive, then dead.

But it hadn’t been that quick, had it? No, there’d been more, so much more

that Wallace hadn’t been able to parse through the first time. Now, he caught

glimpses of it, flashes like staccato film, reels of tape that jerked from frame

to frame. He was Cameron, but not.

His name was Wallace Price. He’d lived. He’d died. And yet, he’d

persisted, on and on and on, but that was insignificant, that was minor, that

was gone, because Cameron took over, showing him all that lay hidden

beneath the surface.

“Zach,” Wallace whispered as Cameron said, “Zach? Zach?” moving

forward, but he (they?) couldn’t catch Zach before he collapsed, head

bouncing on the floor with a terrible thunk.

Wallace was no longer in control, caught up in the bleeding memories that

surrounded him like an endless universe, Cameron on the phone, screaming at

the 911 operator that he didn’t know what was wrong, he didn’t know what to

do, help us, oh please god, help us.

“Help us,” Wallace whispered. “Please.”

Another jump, harsh and grating, and Cameron threw open the front door,

paramedics pushing by him, lights flashing from an ambulance and a fire

truck in front of the house.

Cameron demanded to know what was wrong as they loaded Zach onto a

gurney, the paramedics talking quickly about pupils dilating and blood

pressure dropping. Zach’s eyes were closed, body limp, and Wallace felt

Cameron’s horror as if it were his own, his mind blaring WHAT IS

HAPPENING WHAT IS HAPPENING over and over again.

He was in the back of the ambulance as they opened Zach’s shirt, asking

Cameron if he knew of any history of illness, if he took drugs, if he’d

overdosed, you need to tell us everything so we know how to help him.

He could barely think. “No,” he said, sounding incredulous. “He’s never

taken a drug in his life. He doesn’t even like taking aspirin. He’s not sick.

He’s never been sick.”

He stood in the hospital, numb as if his entire body had been submerged in

ice, surrounded by friends and Zach’s family when the doctor came out and

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